A Toast
"To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due." Gaiman as Dream - Season of Mists
I often think about it and can never remember it when it is most appropriate
Here is for all the times it was, yet my mind was too addled to recite it
I often think about it and can never remember it when it is most appropriate
Here is for all the times it was, yet my mind was too addled to recite it